Sex is one's consolation when love is not enough
A man only has the right to look down at another when he helps him to lift himself up.
Ultimately, literature is nothing but carpentry. With both you are working with reality, a material just as hard as wood.
Very well, I will marry you if you promise not to make me eat eggplant.
Surrealism runs through the streets.
He was still too young to know that the heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past.